I had a bunch of stuff to drop off at the Salvation Army this week, so I stopped inside too to see if they had any a) matching lamps, or b) end tables / night stands to replace the unfortunate ones Jesse and I are using.

Side note: by “unfortunate,” I mean bad.  We have on one side of the bed an old pressboard filing cabinet with a “Jollygood” sticker on the front that was inherited with an old apartment, and on the other side of the bed, a really good looking, yet tall, end table that had the wood all smashed up during the great move to LA 4 years ago.  The great move in which the mover, a member of family, damaged literally everything I owned.  Including my clothes.  I can’t complain because it was free and a huge favor, but my heart broke a little when I unpacked.

ANYWAY.  That’s not what I’m trying to talk about.  Just what I’m bitter about it my heart.

Thrift Store.  Look what I found:

Le sigh.

TEN WHOLE DOLLARS. THE BEST AMOUNT OF DOLLARS.

Like all good thrift store finds, they match, they are in good working condition, and all the parts are there.  Except one screw on one handle, but I think I can manage with that.  Those handles are what really sold me on them.

I already sanded them down in preparation for a coat of primer, but then my brand new job that pays me money got in the way, so there they sit, naked and lonely, waiting for me to make them pretty.  And soon they will be.